Cultivating Immortals in Space: Cannon Fodder Becomes a Boss in the Wasteland

Chapter 101 Don't

Chapter 101 Don’t

At this time, the building was dark.

Not to mention the underground warehouse which already has poor lighting.

However, the two people who were originally at odds with each other, walking in the narrow and dark passage, now had a surprisingly tacit understanding.

No one said anything.

Because they had a smooth journey along the way.

All defense and early warning systems have failed.

It was as if someone had just walked through it.

When I saw the thick warehouse door that was like a black hole with the middle door wide open.

Their hearts were lifted one after another.

I have a bad feeling in my heart.

The old man spoke in a harsh voice.

Their expressions were even more shocking than the first time the girl saw the dazzling array of weapons displayed here.

"Fernand, go quickly, go and take a look at the lower floors. Are the things those people left here still there?"

Then negative three floors, negative four floors, negative five floors...

It felt like the darkness around them was about to swallow them up.

It would be okay if my home was robbed.

See the last door with the middle door wide open.

The old man's legs weakened and he fell directly to the ground.

There was a pop.

But it's about that terrifying mysterious organization.

His expression gradually became panicked, and his steps became more and more frivolous.

Various weapons are neatly placed in the rooms on both sides, and the drugs have long since disappeared.

Wherever you go.

Until they arrived at the warehouse door.

The fear in the man's heart could no longer be suppressed.

Here is all the wealth of their Guzman family.

He quickly ran towards the staircase leading to the second floor.

The cold sweat on the old man's face finally dripped from his chin.

One security door after another was wide open.

There are more things left by those people.

His expression kept changing in the darkness.

His eyes were dull and he muttered to himself, "It's over, it's over..."

"There is still hope. With so many weapons, she shouldn't be able to move them away in a short time."

The entire underground warehouse is shiny and clean, even reflecting a faint light in the darkness.

I can only helplessly admit myself to be unlucky.

However, this warehouse contains more than just their family's goods.

This was a huge blow to him who loved money as much as his life.

Until I reached the tenth floor, I saw that all the production lines left here had been wiped out.

The Guzman family cannot afford this responsibility.

The old man's two buttocks were trembling, and his voice was vibrating when he spoke.

When he arrived at the second floor and saw the same empty hall, his pupils shrank severely.

It was like a gaping mouth in the darkness.

His face became extremely ugly.

But the further you go inside.

Only when they entered the warehouse and saw the huge empty hall in the dark.

"This is just an ordinary door lock that can be opened with a key. The door locks behind are all high-tech door locks that require biometric verification."

To swallow him whole.

The facial system, iris system, and fingerprint system are all useless.

I saw that the entire hall, which was comparable to a palace, was empty.

Their hearts become heavier.

They penetrate layers of undefended protective nets.

Sink little by little like a drowning person.

Walking down one level after another, each level is empty and light, just like locusts passing through.

The old man wiped away the cold sweat and forced a smile to comfort himself.

Without his reminder, the man had already lifted his steps and walked through the empty and lonely hall.

He said shiveringly.

Now it has been looted.

Suddenly it grew like crazy weeds.